Vanilla
Title: Vanilla
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex - actually I am just kidding this is a Flykarth.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Well maybe I really like the carton vanilla comes in. Did you think about that!?” Alex full on yells, and he’s really fucking frustrated, okay.
Disclaimer: I own everything here. I own the ice cream in their freezer and Matt's lip ring and everything. I just own it all. It's all mine.
A/N: hm ok so I felt really awkward writing something that wasn't Jalex. I guess it's good practice considering I'm planning on entering all three contests soooo, yeah. I made metaphors about Flykarth's sex life using ice cream. If this confuses you, I apologize. I'm confused too.
Also, if the porn seems awkward to you it's because i felt so awkward while writing it that it just like, tranferred into the actual porn itself, and i apologize about that too.
hi my tumblr is here and it likes you ok
people should come give my ask box love about my porns (or hate, if thats how you feel about it, i guess) or follow me or something. ohoho.
Alex rolls out of bed after they have sex, his feet landing on the floor with an echoing thud. He wrinkles his nose at how cold the floor is, wishing he had socks or slippers or something. Jesus, he fucking wants some ice cream. Behind him, Matt looks a little crestfallen that he’s just getting out of bed, not staying or cuddling and anything. Whatever, he’ll be back in like, five minutes with ice cream. He picks up a pair of boxers off the floor, and he has no idea if they’re his, or Matt’s, or Jack’s. Or Zack’s or Rian’s or Vinny’s or Evan’s. Shit gets mixed up when they’re on tour, so basically what’s mine is yours becomes the rule they all live by.
And it’s not even that the sex is bad.
Because it isn’t, it really isn’t. It’s just that Matt is really careful with Alex, like he might fucking break or something. And Alex isn’t going to break, he’s told Matt that multiple fucking times but he continues to be careful and Alex is going to scream and yell or kill something soon.
Because as great as just, regular sex is, it’s starting to get boring.
Alex opens the freezer, looking inside for cookie dough or chocolate or something. “What the fuck?” he says angrily, kicking the freezer door when the only thing he finds is vanilla. Everything is always vanilla lately, is it really too much to fucking ask for some chocolate or strawberry or wasabi flavored ice cream once in a while?
“Problem?” Matt asks from the doorway, he’s like a black haired, lipring wearing mirror or Alex, with sex hair and boxers and bite marks.
“Yes.” Alex grits out, holding onto the carton of ice cream. He isn’t usually (read: ever) this moody after sex, and Matt isn’t stupid. He can tell that something has gotten into Alex, and he has a pretty general idea to what it is. He raises his eyebrow at Alex, leaning against the doorframe.
“I’m fucking tired of vanilla.” Alex snaps, slamming the carton of ice cream down on the counter.
Matt is annoyed by this point, because Alex is not a four year old, he does not need to smack things and yell to make what he wants clear. He has words, he should use them. “Why don’t you go to the store and then buy some other flavor then?” he snaps back, pushing away from the door frame and moving into the kitchen.
“Well maybe I really like the carton vanilla comes in. Did you think about that!?” Alex full on yells, and he’s really fucking frustrated, okay.
“You can’t be fucking mad at the carton if you don’t tell the carton what you want.” Matt yells back, and it’s painfully clear that they aren’t arguing about ice cream, because if they actually are, this is the strangest conversation they’ve ever had. Also counting from before they became a couple.
“Well the carton should be able to figure it out because vanilla ice cream gets boring when that’s the only thing you ever get!” It’s not just frustration, it’s sexual frustration too because even though he’s getting sex and he’s getting off on a regular basis, it’s not what he wants, it’s not enough.
“Use words and tell the fucking carton what you want. You’re not four.” Matt snarls, and he actually looks really angry, and maybe, just maybe, Alex can work this to his advantage.
“Maybe the carton should just man up and give me fucking rocky road instead of vanilla,” Alex snaps back, and fuck, okay, he actually feels kind of bad about saying that and he will apologize once he’s gotten what he wants.
Matt doesn’t even look hurt at that, he just strides forward and pushes Alex against the wall, tangling his hand in his hair and pulling his head back. “Man up?” he asks in this quiet dead voice that is almost scarier than when he yells. “Man up?” he tightens his grip in Alex’s hair, pulling tighter and Alex lets out this small noise that he can’t help because this is exactly what he wants. “God, you’re such a bitch, like, all the time.” Matt grits out, dragging the nails of his other hand down Alex’s back, and Alex arches into it, he likes it, fucking likes the pain. “You always just take it, even if it’s not what you want and you don’t say a fucking word about what you actually want.”
Matt pulls Alex away from the wall, pushing him down onto the floor, ignoring the fact that there is actually a slight crack when his head hits the floor. It doesn’t matter though, because a wave of pleasure rolls through Alex, and he is fucking masochistic okay, he fucking likes the pain. He climbs on top of the younger man, his knees resting on the floor on either side of his ribcage. He leans down, close to Alex’s face and Alex can see light glinting off his lipring.
He takes a chance, leans up and bites at Matt’s lip, sucking his lipring into his mouth. Matt bites back a groan, pushes roughly at Alex shoulders until he’s pinned back to the floor. Alex’s eyes watch Matt and Matt stares back, an almost predatory look glinting in his eyes, and the brunette tries to lean up to kiss him again. He’s egging him on, trying to push at his boundaries.
“If you don’t fucking sit still I will tie you up to the bed and then leave.” Matt threatens, and, that actually doesn’t sound so bad, being tied up. Maybe another time. Matt rakes his short nails down Alex’s bare chest, red lines trailing in their wake. Alex arches his chest into it, doesn’t bother to bite back a moan because Matt is just getting rougher the more he doesn’t listen.
“Shut up, whore.” Matt mutters, and Alex would be, he would be Matt’s whore, any day of the week. He pulls Alex up to his feet again, pushing him out into the hallway and then against the wall, kissing him deep and filthy-dirty, all lips and teeth and tongue. Alex is already hard, has been getting hard since Matt pushed him against a wall the first time, even though they just had sex under an hour ago. Matt pushes his hips against Alex’s and he’s just as hard as Alex is. He moves his lips across his jaw to his neck, sucking right above his pulse point. He sucks hard, and when he pulls back there’s a mark that’s deep purple in color.
The self-pleased smirk on Matt’s face would be infuriating at any other moment. “Get back to the bedroom.” Matt says - Matt commands. His voice is gravelly; it’s hot, so hot. God, if he was always like this.
He moves to the bedroom, pulling off his boxers and laying out on the bed, legs spread. After a seconds thought, he sucks two fingers into his mouth, getting them wet before he pushes them into himself, his jaw going slack. He really doesn’t need to be stretched, not since Matt stretched him properly before they fucked last time, but he wants something inside him, shit.
Matt is stood in the door almost mesmerized by the sight of his boyfriend finger fucking himself, moaning like it was Matt’s cock inside him instead. He snaps out of it, the bed dipping under his weight when he climbs on it, pull on Alex’s wrist. “No fingers.” He says sharply, shadows brushing along his cheekbones in the dim light.
He leans down, sucks a matching mark onto the other side of his neck, right underneath his Nothing Personal tattoo. He pulls back, his hand reaching up and cupping his jaw, his fingers swiping across the bruise.
Alex tips his head back, his lips parted and this is nothing like the Matt he’s usually in bed with and he really fucking likes it, this is great.
Matt moves his hands down to Alex’s hips, gripping tight, enough to bruise. He sinks his teeth into his neck, draws blood and neither of them have a vampire kink or anything, but that’s hot, it hurts and it hurts so good. It’s the kind of mark that will last for weeks, have Alex needing to wear scarves.
All of this, everything Matt is giving him. It’s the kind of hurt where when Alex says stop, Matt knows he means more.
He licks over the wound, tasting the metallic tang of blood on his tongue and that’s ridiculously hot. Alex moans, hot and breathy and loud, arching his back.
“Matt, please.” He pants, his pupils dilated to the point where his eyes look black. Matt bites his lip, because Alex has never looked quite as wrecked with him as he does now, and he can’t help but think that maybe he’s not as good in bed as he thought he was.
Alex sees his hesitation, practically reads his mind because he’s known Matt for years and years and he can read him like a book. He pulls him down, connecting their lips and the kiss is soft and sweet, it’s Alex reassuring Matt of everything he was just doubting.
“Matt, please.” Alex repeats with a soft whimper a few moments later, once the kiss has changed from soft and sweet to hot and heavy, nipping at his lip and sucking his lip ring into his mouth. Matt responds with a moan, one arm balancing his weight over Alex’s body and the other scraping down his side, pressing his thumb into the indent of his hip.
Alex arches his hips up, soft moans and gasps bubbling from his mouth. “Matthew.” He says sharply, pulling on Matt’s hair to get his attention. Matt smirks, pulling away from Alex’s lips and sitting up on his knees.
“Suck.” Is all he says with a glance down at his hard on, and Alex scrambles up, flicking his hair out of his eyes and then ducking his head down, wrapping his lips around the head of Matt’s cock obediently. He goes down, down, down until the tip hits the back of his throat, and he swallows around it. Alex is a fucking pro at giving head, he has like no fucking gag reflex whatsoever, so when Matt threads his fingers into his hair and pushes him further down all Alex does is moan around his cock, because he likes feeling like this, he likes being controlled. “Fuck,” he says on a sharp inhale, his hips bucking up into the wet heat that is Alex’s mouth. “Suck it good, that’s all you’re getting.” He says, and his voice is deeper than usual, and Alex moans again, the vibrations going right up and down Matt’s spine. He rubs his tongue everywhere, and it’s almost gross because there is saliva and pre-come dripping down his chin, but when Matt looks down, all he can think of is how hot Alex looks, and what he’d look like if he came on his face.
He pulls Alex off, pushing him back down so he’s lying on the bed. There’s a slight pause as Matt shifts around, pushing Alex’s leg up and hooking it over his shoulder. Alex’s lips are parted and he stares up at Matt, and he still looks completely wrecked. He doesn’t warn him when he thrusts in, and it’s a good thing that he’s still stretched from before because the stretch of Matt’s cock without lube stings like a bitch in its own right.
“Fuck, you looked so good with your mouth around my dick.” Matt breathes into Alex’s ear, his voice low and dirty, matching perfectly how he’s not even thrusting yet, just filthy grinds of his hips that are just rubbing into his prostate. Alex moans, his hands clutching at Matt’s shoulder blades, his nails scraping down his back. “Would you let me come on your face?” he asks, pulling out and then thrusting back in hard, his hips snapping up against the younger man’s thighs. “It’d be so hot, fucking filthy. Would you let me?”
Alex moans louder, slides one hand up to the base of Matt’s neck, his fingertips in his hair. “Fuck, I would, I would,” He moans, and he really would. He’d let him do anything, whatever he fucking wanted as long as Matt didn’t ever stop fucking him like this. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” He gasps, his other leg winding around Matt’s lower back, and he has nothing keeping him grounded, anchored down and he has no control over anything, this is what he wanted, this is exactly it.
Matt’s pace is hard, he thrusts in deep, promising filthy things in Alex’s ear, and Alex agrees to all of it, wants all of it, wants everything that Matt wants to give him, even the vanilla sex. “Matt - I - “Alex breaks off into a deep moan, his back arching off the bed. Alex has untangled his hand from Matt’s hair, reaching between their bodies so he can jerk himself off. Matt balances with one hand again, his own reaching down and tangling with Alex’s hand, tightening around it and setting the pace so it matches his thrusts.
“H-hold on -“ Matt groans into Alex’s ear, because he’s so close, so close, he just needs that push over the edge. Alex leans up, catches his lips with his and bites, clenching around him and they’re both coming, Alex into their hands and Matt inside of Alex, moaning into each other’s mouths. They kiss slowly for a while, until they’re both off of the orgasm induced high. Matt presses a kiss to the inside of Alex’s knee as he pulls out slowly, and Alex whines softly because he’s empty and he liked feeling full like that, even after. He pulls the sheets up after wiping his hands and Alex off with a towel, Alex cuddling up to him with his leg hitched over Matt’s hip.
“I didn’t mean it, you know.” He whispers into the silence, nuzzling into his shoulder. “You didn’t need to man up, you’re man enough.”
Alex really does feel bad about saying that, he really does.
“I know.” Matt says quietly, presses a kiss into Alex’s caramel colored hair. “You’re just a little bitch. Tell me what you want next time, okay?”
Alex nods through a yawn, sighing as he closes his eyes. “Yeah.” He mumbles softly, a sheepish grin on his lips.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex - actually I am just kidding this is a Flykarth.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Well maybe I really like the carton vanilla comes in. Did you think about that!?” Alex full on yells, and he’s really fucking frustrated, okay.
Disclaimer: I own everything here. I own the ice cream in their freezer and Matt's lip ring and everything. I just own it all. It's all mine.
A/N: hm ok so I felt really awkward writing something that wasn't Jalex. I guess it's good practice considering I'm planning on entering all three contests soooo, yeah. I made metaphors about Flykarth's sex life using ice cream. If this confuses you, I apologize. I'm confused too.
Also, if the porn seems awkward to you it's because i felt so awkward while writing it that it just like, tranferred into the actual porn itself, and i apologize about that too.
hi my tumblr is here and it likes you ok
people should come give my ask box love about my porns (or hate, if thats how you feel about it, i guess) or follow me or something. ohoho.
Alex rolls out of bed after they have sex, his feet landing on the floor with an echoing thud. He wrinkles his nose at how cold the floor is, wishing he had socks or slippers or something. Jesus, he fucking wants some ice cream. Behind him, Matt looks a little crestfallen that he’s just getting out of bed, not staying or cuddling and anything. Whatever, he’ll be back in like, five minutes with ice cream. He picks up a pair of boxers off the floor, and he has no idea if they’re his, or Matt’s, or Jack’s. Or Zack’s or Rian’s or Vinny’s or Evan’s. Shit gets mixed up when they’re on tour, so basically what’s mine is yours becomes the rule they all live by.
And it’s not even that the sex is bad.
Because it isn’t, it really isn’t. It’s just that Matt is really careful with Alex, like he might fucking break or something. And Alex isn’t going to break, he’s told Matt that multiple fucking times but he continues to be careful and Alex is going to scream and yell or kill something soon.
Because as great as just, regular sex is, it’s starting to get boring.
Alex opens the freezer, looking inside for cookie dough or chocolate or something. “What the fuck?” he says angrily, kicking the freezer door when the only thing he finds is vanilla. Everything is always vanilla lately, is it really too much to fucking ask for some chocolate or strawberry or wasabi flavored ice cream once in a while?
“Problem?” Matt asks from the doorway, he’s like a black haired, lipring wearing mirror or Alex, with sex hair and boxers and bite marks.
“Yes.” Alex grits out, holding onto the carton of ice cream. He isn’t usually (read: ever) this moody after sex, and Matt isn’t stupid. He can tell that something has gotten into Alex, and he has a pretty general idea to what it is. He raises his eyebrow at Alex, leaning against the doorframe.
“I’m fucking tired of vanilla.” Alex snaps, slamming the carton of ice cream down on the counter.
Matt is annoyed by this point, because Alex is not a four year old, he does not need to smack things and yell to make what he wants clear. He has words, he should use them. “Why don’t you go to the store and then buy some other flavor then?” he snaps back, pushing away from the door frame and moving into the kitchen.
“Well maybe I really like the carton vanilla comes in. Did you think about that!?” Alex full on yells, and he’s really fucking frustrated, okay.
“You can’t be fucking mad at the carton if you don’t tell the carton what you want.” Matt yells back, and it’s painfully clear that they aren’t arguing about ice cream, because if they actually are, this is the strangest conversation they’ve ever had. Also counting from before they became a couple.
“Well the carton should be able to figure it out because vanilla ice cream gets boring when that’s the only thing you ever get!” It’s not just frustration, it’s sexual frustration too because even though he’s getting sex and he’s getting off on a regular basis, it’s not what he wants, it’s not enough.
“Use words and tell the fucking carton what you want. You’re not four.” Matt snarls, and he actually looks really angry, and maybe, just maybe, Alex can work this to his advantage.
“Maybe the carton should just man up and give me fucking rocky road instead of vanilla,” Alex snaps back, and fuck, okay, he actually feels kind of bad about saying that and he will apologize once he’s gotten what he wants.
Matt doesn’t even look hurt at that, he just strides forward and pushes Alex against the wall, tangling his hand in his hair and pulling his head back. “Man up?” he asks in this quiet dead voice that is almost scarier than when he yells. “Man up?” he tightens his grip in Alex’s hair, pulling tighter and Alex lets out this small noise that he can’t help because this is exactly what he wants. “God, you’re such a bitch, like, all the time.” Matt grits out, dragging the nails of his other hand down Alex’s back, and Alex arches into it, he likes it, fucking likes the pain. “You always just take it, even if it’s not what you want and you don’t say a fucking word about what you actually want.”
Matt pulls Alex away from the wall, pushing him down onto the floor, ignoring the fact that there is actually a slight crack when his head hits the floor. It doesn’t matter though, because a wave of pleasure rolls through Alex, and he is fucking masochistic okay, he fucking likes the pain. He climbs on top of the younger man, his knees resting on the floor on either side of his ribcage. He leans down, close to Alex’s face and Alex can see light glinting off his lipring.
He takes a chance, leans up and bites at Matt’s lip, sucking his lipring into his mouth. Matt bites back a groan, pushes roughly at Alex shoulders until he’s pinned back to the floor. Alex’s eyes watch Matt and Matt stares back, an almost predatory look glinting in his eyes, and the brunette tries to lean up to kiss him again. He’s egging him on, trying to push at his boundaries.
“If you don’t fucking sit still I will tie you up to the bed and then leave.” Matt threatens, and, that actually doesn’t sound so bad, being tied up. Maybe another time. Matt rakes his short nails down Alex’s bare chest, red lines trailing in their wake. Alex arches his chest into it, doesn’t bother to bite back a moan because Matt is just getting rougher the more he doesn’t listen.
“Shut up, whore.” Matt mutters, and Alex would be, he would be Matt’s whore, any day of the week. He pulls Alex up to his feet again, pushing him out into the hallway and then against the wall, kissing him deep and filthy-dirty, all lips and teeth and tongue. Alex is already hard, has been getting hard since Matt pushed him against a wall the first time, even though they just had sex under an hour ago. Matt pushes his hips against Alex’s and he’s just as hard as Alex is. He moves his lips across his jaw to his neck, sucking right above his pulse point. He sucks hard, and when he pulls back there’s a mark that’s deep purple in color.
The self-pleased smirk on Matt’s face would be infuriating at any other moment. “Get back to the bedroom.” Matt says - Matt commands. His voice is gravelly; it’s hot, so hot. God, if he was always like this.
He moves to the bedroom, pulling off his boxers and laying out on the bed, legs spread. After a seconds thought, he sucks two fingers into his mouth, getting them wet before he pushes them into himself, his jaw going slack. He really doesn’t need to be stretched, not since Matt stretched him properly before they fucked last time, but he wants something inside him, shit.
Matt is stood in the door almost mesmerized by the sight of his boyfriend finger fucking himself, moaning like it was Matt’s cock inside him instead. He snaps out of it, the bed dipping under his weight when he climbs on it, pull on Alex’s wrist. “No fingers.” He says sharply, shadows brushing along his cheekbones in the dim light.
He leans down, sucks a matching mark onto the other side of his neck, right underneath his Nothing Personal tattoo. He pulls back, his hand reaching up and cupping his jaw, his fingers swiping across the bruise.
Alex tips his head back, his lips parted and this is nothing like the Matt he’s usually in bed with and he really fucking likes it, this is great.
Matt moves his hands down to Alex’s hips, gripping tight, enough to bruise. He sinks his teeth into his neck, draws blood and neither of them have a vampire kink or anything, but that’s hot, it hurts and it hurts so good. It’s the kind of mark that will last for weeks, have Alex needing to wear scarves.
All of this, everything Matt is giving him. It’s the kind of hurt where when Alex says stop, Matt knows he means more.
He licks over the wound, tasting the metallic tang of blood on his tongue and that’s ridiculously hot. Alex moans, hot and breathy and loud, arching his back.
“Matt, please.” He pants, his pupils dilated to the point where his eyes look black. Matt bites his lip, because Alex has never looked quite as wrecked with him as he does now, and he can’t help but think that maybe he’s not as good in bed as he thought he was.
Alex sees his hesitation, practically reads his mind because he’s known Matt for years and years and he can read him like a book. He pulls him down, connecting their lips and the kiss is soft and sweet, it’s Alex reassuring Matt of everything he was just doubting.
“Matt, please.” Alex repeats with a soft whimper a few moments later, once the kiss has changed from soft and sweet to hot and heavy, nipping at his lip and sucking his lip ring into his mouth. Matt responds with a moan, one arm balancing his weight over Alex’s body and the other scraping down his side, pressing his thumb into the indent of his hip.
Alex arches his hips up, soft moans and gasps bubbling from his mouth. “Matthew.” He says sharply, pulling on Matt’s hair to get his attention. Matt smirks, pulling away from Alex’s lips and sitting up on his knees.
“Suck.” Is all he says with a glance down at his hard on, and Alex scrambles up, flicking his hair out of his eyes and then ducking his head down, wrapping his lips around the head of Matt’s cock obediently. He goes down, down, down until the tip hits the back of his throat, and he swallows around it. Alex is a fucking pro at giving head, he has like no fucking gag reflex whatsoever, so when Matt threads his fingers into his hair and pushes him further down all Alex does is moan around his cock, because he likes feeling like this, he likes being controlled. “Fuck,” he says on a sharp inhale, his hips bucking up into the wet heat that is Alex’s mouth. “Suck it good, that’s all you’re getting.” He says, and his voice is deeper than usual, and Alex moans again, the vibrations going right up and down Matt’s spine. He rubs his tongue everywhere, and it’s almost gross because there is saliva and pre-come dripping down his chin, but when Matt looks down, all he can think of is how hot Alex looks, and what he’d look like if he came on his face.
He pulls Alex off, pushing him back down so he’s lying on the bed. There’s a slight pause as Matt shifts around, pushing Alex’s leg up and hooking it over his shoulder. Alex’s lips are parted and he stares up at Matt, and he still looks completely wrecked. He doesn’t warn him when he thrusts in, and it’s a good thing that he’s still stretched from before because the stretch of Matt’s cock without lube stings like a bitch in its own right.
“Fuck, you looked so good with your mouth around my dick.” Matt breathes into Alex’s ear, his voice low and dirty, matching perfectly how he’s not even thrusting yet, just filthy grinds of his hips that are just rubbing into his prostate. Alex moans, his hands clutching at Matt’s shoulder blades, his nails scraping down his back. “Would you let me come on your face?” he asks, pulling out and then thrusting back in hard, his hips snapping up against the younger man’s thighs. “It’d be so hot, fucking filthy. Would you let me?”
Alex moans louder, slides one hand up to the base of Matt’s neck, his fingertips in his hair. “Fuck, I would, I would,” He moans, and he really would. He’d let him do anything, whatever he fucking wanted as long as Matt didn’t ever stop fucking him like this. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” He gasps, his other leg winding around Matt’s lower back, and he has nothing keeping him grounded, anchored down and he has no control over anything, this is what he wanted, this is exactly it.
Matt’s pace is hard, he thrusts in deep, promising filthy things in Alex’s ear, and Alex agrees to all of it, wants all of it, wants everything that Matt wants to give him, even the vanilla sex. “Matt - I - “Alex breaks off into a deep moan, his back arching off the bed. Alex has untangled his hand from Matt’s hair, reaching between their bodies so he can jerk himself off. Matt balances with one hand again, his own reaching down and tangling with Alex’s hand, tightening around it and setting the pace so it matches his thrusts.
“H-hold on -“ Matt groans into Alex’s ear, because he’s so close, so close, he just needs that push over the edge. Alex leans up, catches his lips with his and bites, clenching around him and they’re both coming, Alex into their hands and Matt inside of Alex, moaning into each other’s mouths. They kiss slowly for a while, until they’re both off of the orgasm induced high. Matt presses a kiss to the inside of Alex’s knee as he pulls out slowly, and Alex whines softly because he’s empty and he liked feeling full like that, even after. He pulls the sheets up after wiping his hands and Alex off with a towel, Alex cuddling up to him with his leg hitched over Matt’s hip.
“I didn’t mean it, you know.” He whispers into the silence, nuzzling into his shoulder. “You didn’t need to man up, you’re man enough.”
Alex really does feel bad about saying that, he really does.
“I know.” Matt says quietly, presses a kiss into Alex’s caramel colored hair. “You’re just a little bitch. Tell me what you want next time, okay?”
Alex nods through a yawn, sighing as he closes his eyes. “Yeah.” He mumbles softly, a sheepish grin on his lips.